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[Rusty of Shackleford]

"Welcome to the Alliance. Name and registration, please."

Appearance:

Full Name: (First name, Last name)

Species: (The Alliance does not discriminate based of species. Everyone is welcome to fight against the Empire.)

Age: (All applicants must be eighteen or older.)

Sex: (Birth sex. The Alliance also does not discriminate based of sex or gender.)

Sexuality: (Optional. Usually helps squads know one another a bit better)

Homeworld: (Could be anything, minus any world's from the Unknown Regions, u less they are Chiss.)

Birth Date: (The year is 1 ABY)

Role: (How this individual would be best put to use in the Alliance.)

Personality: (How do they act around others? What are their individual quirks? How do they see the Alliance and the Empire?)

Background: (What was their childhood like? What drove them to join the Alliance? How did they join and when?)

Equipment: (Be reasonable about what a Rebel might be able to get their hands on, and how much they'd be able to carry into battle. Certain things like thermal detonators are incredibly expensive and rare, so keep that in mind.)​

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Appearance:


Full Name:
Jagen Ylorn

Species:
Human

Age:
35

Sex:
Male

Sexuality:
Irrelevant. Why the hell would you ask me that?

Homeworld:
Onderon

Birth Date: 34 BBY

Role:
Captain

Rank:
Captain

Personality:
Jagen is the physical embodiment of the cliche old, gruff Commander. This isn't his first conflict, and honestly, not much phases him anymore. He's incredibly stoic, never seeming to lose his cool, and always focused on the mission above all else. He's a soldier first and foremost, and victory is all that matters. But it's obvious he's hiding something. A cold, dark emptiness he's desperate to fill with the destruction of the Empire. The Rebellion means everything to him. He has nothing left.

Background:
Jagen was born on the planet of Onderon, raised by a well off family in the capital. His father was a soldier, and the young boy wanted to follow in his footsteps. That all changed with the Clone Wars. When the Separatists overthrew the King, Jagen and his father joined Saw Guerra's militia, Jagen cutting his teeth on B1s and Droidekas. He excelled at guerilla warfare, and helped liberate his planet. But it came at the cost of many friends, as well as his own father. With the end of the Clone Wars, the Empire subjugated those involved with the Seperatists, and luckily, Onderon was spared. But even then, the presence of the Partisan's didn't help. Knowing no other life, Jagen joined up with his old Commander, and fought against the Empire wherever he could. But soon, he found purpose. He met a young, bright woman from Alderaan named Brianna. She saw through his stoicism, and saw the man behind the soldier. She loved him, and soon, he loved her. They married, Jagen taking a smaller role in the Partisan's after the birth of their son, Rylen. But Jagen just couldn't let go, and before he knew it, he was back fighting. Brianna, a natural pacifist, was horrified with her husband's actions, and begged him to leave it all behind. He didn't listen. She didn't understand the cause. So, after he came back from a mission...neither she nor Rylen were there. She left Jagen, and took their son back to Alderaan. Jagen had nothing now. He cast aside the Partisan's, cut ties with them, and raced to Alderaan. He was ready to make things work with her.

But that was the same day that the Death Star obliterated Alderaan, alongside millions of innocent people. Brianna and Rylen were on the planet when it happened. Saying Jagen was devastated is an understatement. He'd lost everything he ever cared about in a second. For the first time in his life, he felt absolutely alone, isolated. The only thing that kept him going was revenge. The Empire would pay for what they did. So, he enlisted in the emboldened Rebel Alliance, and with his prior experience, was granted his own Company.

Equipment:
-A280 Blaster Rifle

-Basic Rebel Kit, consisting of a backpack with basic supplies, helmet, and uniform, alongside two thermal detonators

-Several mementos of his past. A vibroblade from his time in the Clone Wars, a necklace Brianni gave him on their wedding day, and a hologram of the last call he ever had with his family, just as he was on his way to Alderaan.​

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Appearance:


Full Name:
Galen Alder

Species:
Human

Age:
23

Sex:
Male

Sexuality:
Straight

Homeworld:
Corellia

Birth Date:
22 BBY

Role:
Field Medic

Rank:
Corporal

Personality:
Galen exemplifies the ideals and mission of the Rebellion. An incredibly kind, thoughtful man by nature, he was driven to join by his feeling of moral obligation, and is fully dedicated to the cause. He tends to just get along with everyone, always opening to listening to what they have to say and their side of an argument. To him, people are more important than ideals, and he'll save anyone, no matter their allegiance. That being said, he can be incredibly naive at times. He doesn't understand that sometimes you have to compromise your moral to win, and that you can't win just by believing you're right. He's also Corellian, meaning he's a stubborn, headstrong bastard with a pentient for taking unnecessary risks and charging into problems head on.

Background:
Galen doesn't remember much about the Republic's or the Clone Wars in general. He was just three years old when Palpatine declared the New Order, and by the time he started thinking, the Empire was already established. His family benefitted greatly from the Empire, unlike many on Corellia. The Alder's were renowned as some of the best pilots in the Galaxy, with his father Aeron being a renowned Flight Baron, and his older brother Thel set to follow in his father's footsteps. They were a proud, headstrong family, and model Imperials. But Galen was different. He never liked flying much. Instead, he found himself more interested in reading, in learning. In helping others. So, after graduating high school, he decided to become a paramedic, against his parents wishes. It didn't matter. He wanted to help people, and they couldn't stop him. He went to college for four years before the destruction of Alderaan changed everything. Galen was already sympathetic to the Rebel cause, despite his family, but didn't have it in him to use violence. But this...was too much. He quickly dropped out of college, and almost vanished overnight, taking the quickest ship to Chandrila, and officially enlisted into the Alliance.

It wasn't smooth sailing, however. He was suspected as a spy. The son of a renowned Imperial pilot suddenly showing up on their doorstep begging to be let in didn't exactly breed confidence. So, he was put to work as a doctor, to help supliment the few they had. He couldn't help much. Most of his training was first aid, so he lost patient after patient. He constantly begged to be put on the field, but was denied, until a surprise attack on the base he was stationed at allowed Galen to prove himself. Charging headlong into blaster fire with a DH-17 in one hand and a medpac in another, he saved over five wounded soldiers and pulled them back to safety. This more than proved his loyalty, and soon after, he was assigned to the 2nd Special Operations Unit, who needed a medic with his...talents.

Equipment:
-Standard issue DH-17 blaster pistol

-Basic kit, plus a medical bag containing several medpacs, stimpacs, and synthetic anesthetic.​

 

[Jagson]

Appearance

Full Name
Snrerd

Species
Wookie

Age
190

Sex
Male

Sexuality
........
Home world
Kashyyyk

Birth year
189 BBY

Role
Heavy weapons specialist
Rank
Corporal

Personality
He acts like a dumb brute playing into the stereotype to lower people's expectations of him. In reality he is very smart and observant. Once people prove themselves to him he becomes friendly towards them.

Backstory
Snrerd grew up on the Forrest world of Kashyyyk. His family lived deep in the trees. He was trained to be a guard of his tree city. As he came of age he took a wife Bholru. Together they had three kids. His youngest son went beyond the cities perimeters and was enslaved by Czerka. Snrerd howled in anger for many days.

As the clone wars came to Kashyyyk Snrerd decided to help escorting a Recon squad threw the forest to reach where the sepertists were setting up a base. Before they would attack the clones turned their weapons on their Jedi leader who had dreadlocks. Snrerd and the squads human medic intervened firing on them. Snrerd was injured in the fire fight. The medic healed his wounds. Snrerd swore a life debt to the man though he wouldn't see the guy again.


As more and more wookies became enslaved to the Empire Snrerd was able to get off planet. Unfortunately his wife and kids weren't so lucky. He decided the best way to free them would be to fight against this empire.

Equipment
Bow caster, Z-6 Rotary blaster cannon, RPS-6 rocket launcher (When the need arises)

 

[First Rose]

Spoiler: Appearance

“...”​

Full Name: Goykou Dug

A.K.A: “Dug” || “Four” || [Old People Nicknames: “Gramps” etc.]

Species: Besalisk

Age: 56

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Hetero

Homeworld: Ojom

Birth Date: 55 BBY

Role:
Engineer- Dug is a master at putting things together, and even better at pulling them apart. His knowledge of tech is unimaginable, as he can fix, and reprogram just about anything.

Rank: Major

Personality:
As the oldest of the crew, he holds the most wisdom and experience than any of the others. Oftentimes he’ll be critical of others, telling them to keep their blasters tidy, or to iron their wrinkled clothing, and if it’s not done, one doesn’t hear the end of it. If he could speak like he used to, the squad would constantly hear him yelling at people, telling them how atrocious their weapon lockers looked. However, despite his tedious manner of keeping everything neat, organized, and clean, he wants the best for his crew, especially the younger generation. Nothing puts a bigger smile on his face than seeing the next generation bring home the bacon. He wants the best for his crew, and would do anything, to help them succeed.

Background:
The only thing anyone knows about Dug’s childhood, is that he was a slave for an hutt who “always smelled of rancor spit.” Working hard, day and night, everyday and on for what seemed to be forever. However, his family of enslaved Besalisk had no intention on a young lively soul such as him and his siblings to live a life of servitude. His family overthrew the overseer exactly on his 9th birthday, and freed him and his siblings, telling them to run, to run far away and never look back. They did, they ran until their legs buckled, eventually leaving them in the wastelands of Ojom, alone. It was only but a few days later that he and his siblings awoke on a ship, owned by a friendly technician. He offered them work, and in return, fair pay. They accepted without question. Dug and his siblings were rather lucky, because the technician who took care of them was an engineer specialist for the rebellion; whilst Ojom had been overrun by the Hutt empire. As time drew on, Dug became a fine engineer and technician, learning the inside and outside of what technology had to offer. But it wasn't enough, as he began to see the impacts of the Galactic Empire. He wanted to do something about it rather than fix ships and repair weapons. So he enlisted, said goodbye to his family and joined the frontlines, eventually becoming a Rebel mortar Trooper. However, as he's grown old and frail, he's returned to his engineering specialties; losing the capability to fight like he used to. Though it doesn't mean he won't.

Equipment: (Most of his equipment he made himself)

• Rocket Gauntlet
• Engineer’s Kit
• Satchel filled with essentials (Maps, matches, snacks, etc)

Extra News

• He can’t speak (at all) But he can make obnoxious noises, a language that his crew is more than familiar with
• He seems to always have his goggles on
• He hates Han Solo, don’t ask him why, don’t even say his name around him
• Dug lost his arm during his earlier, more action-packed days, and quite the story it is
• Amidst all his other scars, none of them compare to the large blaster mark beneath his chin right above his chest

"..."​

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[Lazaro1505]

Appearance:
Full Name:
Jackal Lawyer

Species:
Human

Age:
26

Sex:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Homeworld:
Abafar

Birth Date:
25 BBY

Role:
Mid to long range fighter

Personality:
Jackal is someone that can be related to that of a sociopath, not showing much emotion and the ones he show are little. It was what he was taught at a young age, and it’s something that he keeps in mind while working for the Rebels. He joined the Rebels out of desperation, and nothing else. While he is not one to shy away from a conversation, befriending him is entirely a much more difficult task, but those who manage to overcome this challenge, would find an helpful ally that will watch their back.

Background:
Being born in the world of Abafar, his life was an eventful one, since it is barely inhabited as a desert planet, and the only reason it was inhabited in the first place was because of rare resources on the planet. Nonetheless, he spent his entire childhood without anyone else other than his parents to interact with, and even then, his parents were not the best role models for him, and the both of them had teach him that the galaxy is not the most forgiving, and in order to survive, you have to be tough, a predator in the galaxy of predator and prey. His parents helped him become a better warrior, by not only training him physically for the path ahead, but also gave him blaster training in order to be a decent shot.

At the age of 21, he left what he called his home, and took up a life of mercenary work, traveling from planet to planet doing mercenary work, and trying anything to earn credits for a living. In his recent months, he had trouble finding jobs, and he was losing Credits instead of earning them. It was a month ago, that he was so desperate enough to try to earn credits... and so, he joined the Rebels in order to earn credits, not caring much about the dangers of working with them.

Equipment:
Satchel holding a communicator, a couple of rations, and a map

Weapon:
9118 heavy carbine, DH-17 blaster pistol

​

 

[Lazaro1505]

Appearance:


Full Name:
Ryan


Species:
Commando droid prototype

Age:
18

Sex:
Prefers to be called a male

Sexuality:
.....

Homeworld:
Bomis Koori IV

Creation Date:
19 BBY

Role:
Close combat specialist / Infiltrator

Personality:
He was meant to be a cold killer, but his program was not perfect, and instead is a kind and naive, and seemed like he cannot hurt a fly. His loyalty to the ones who saved him is almost limitless, and he will never think about betraying them, and will stay by his allies side to the end. Making friends is easy with him, and they would find no real challenge on befriending him, but he can be annoying at times, and does not know when to stop and become serious, unless in a combat situation.

Background:
He didn’t have a childhood, not even one related to it when he was created, for he was always shut-down the years during and after his creation. An attempt at an deadlier and more effective assassin than the Commando Droid, he was eventually deemed a failure and was sent to be scrapped for parts. Except, the war had needed before this had come into effect, and was left alone, forgotten in the underground facility he was created in.

As the years and events went by, he spent his life watching, an observer to nothing, as he waited for whatever fate lies ahead for him. It wasn’t until a year ago, that he was found by a group of rebel scouts exploring the facility he was located in. They thankfully had managed to find him, a turned him on, to which he first saw the world wit his robotic eyes. Now forever in debt to those who saved him, he now aids them in their war with skills that someone with a personality like him, wouldn’t have in the first place.

Weapons:
Vibro-blade, E-5 blaster​

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Appearance:

Alias: Mila Ranic

Real Name: Meritha Shala Mila Trannik

Species: Half Cathar/Half Human

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Homosexual

Homeworld: Eoldum

Birth Date: 24 BBY

Role: Explosives and Hacking

Personality: When she joined the Alliance mostly for her own ends, returning the throne that she thought was rightfully hers and take revenge against the empire. Slowly though she reluctantly seemed to come around to its ideals though she would not admit it. With others, she is taciturn with a snoby snarky manner, quick to give her opinion usually in a condescending and arrogant manner. She is though caring and protective of those she considered close though she seemed to act though it is with some reluctant or for an objective reason rather than her caring.

Background: Mila was born the bastard daughter of King Silus Trannnik of Eoldum. Silus Trannik is a controversial figure, known for his repressive and corrupt rule of his planet but also for being able to maintain the peace and security during the Clone Wars even improve the planet's economy during that time. Eoldum itself is a special planet known for being one of few planets to contain zersium ore required for durasteel. The planet's rulers used this fact to retain their autonomy from the galactic republic. Silas took it step further during the clone wars, threatening to destroy and bury every deposit and mining asset he had if a force set foot on his planet.

Internally as stated, he was a tyrant, though people could live affluent lives he could take it all on a whim and treated decent harshly. His whims usually included people, particularly exotic alien females he took as concubines which lead to the birth of Mila. Though having many children and showing care to none of them, Mila proved to be a surprised exception. He took special interest in her and even doted upon her with gifts and an education, rumours being said he would name her his heir. Young Mari saw and benefited from the softer side of her father but even the kindness of her father still came with his controlling side. She was at his peck and call and who she saw was largely controlled by him, she could rarely see her mother who eventually simply disappeared from the palace altogether without a trace. Still, it was in this early life that she picked her interest in computers and slicing.

With the end of the Clone Wars, came a different enemy one far more dangerous and cunning: the Galactic Empire. The empire was not one to be manipulated by the king as easily as its predecessors. Through combination of funding an internal revolution, military intervention and good old betrayal to assassinate Silus and take over the planet. Mari managed to escape off planet due to contingency planning by her father, being send to his relations with Organa's Alderran who reluctantly took her in. It was this connection she was introduced to the rebel alliance which she joined purely as way to reclaim the throne she believed was rightfully hers and gain revenge against the empire. She took an assumed name knowing her family was not exactly popular. It was adjustment for her moving from a life of luxury to soldiery as she was offered no preferential treatment, but she found she was more than capable, finding a use of her slicing abilities and developing a skill with explosives. She earned enough experience and a commendable record to be transferred to SpecOps. Working with a diverse group also changed her greatly, softening her edges and pick up new ideas and views.
Equipment: A280C blaster rifle, FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol , various explosives and slicing tools

 

[First Rose]

“Everyone dies, question is, who dies first? Answer: Not me.”​

Appearance:

Spoiler: Here

• She looks more human than Zabrak at first glance
• Small pitch black horns grow down the side of her head
• Her eyes the color of fresh blood
• Sharp-pointed teeth

Name: Dobra Xum

Alias: [Prefers]“Cobra” || [Reserved for Close Friends]“Short Match” ||

Age: 21

Species: Zabrak Hybrid

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Hetero

Homeworld: Cato Neimoidia

Birth Date: 20 BBY

Role:
Pilot- Fighter Jets, if she could, she’d spend her life flying around and shooting everything she sees
Sniper- An excellent marksman, especially under heavy fire, it gives her some sort of rush. (Some call it, the “Suicide Bliss”)
Scout & Recon- Usually her job is to sneak in, get info, and get out.

Rank: Lieutenant

Personality:
Cobra is but a stuffed shell of her former self. Eversense the death of her brother, she hasn’t been the same. Cobra cares for no one, nobody, and not a single soul. Sometimes, not even herself. She loves to crack jokes, (Sometimes the darkest)loves to get her hands dirty, and oddly enough, she’s usually the one working the hardest. But it doesn’t seem to have any purpose, not for the republic, not for her crew, it doesn’t even seem to be for herself. It’s unsure why she does what she does, but most just think it’s because she enjoys it. Maybe. Not many things make much sense with Cobra, most of the time she does what she wants, when she wants to, and how she wants to do it. With no fears and no cares in the world. Though despite the hard shell she might possess, ironically, she’s been known to have a heart at times, rescuing a near scrapped droid from a dump being such. It’s hard to tell what actually goes on within that brain of hers.

Background:
Born within a wealthy family of three on Cato Neimoidia, consisting of her, her Zabrak father, and older brother. Unfortunately having only seen the face of her mother. Due to their lifestyle, her father expected his children to get a fine education, and grow up to be hard working businessmen. Just like him. Or at least, that’s what he says. Though Cobra and her brother knew better. They knew tales of their father’s life on Dathomir, and sought the same excitement. Rebelling against her father’s wishes, upon turning a young teen age, her and her brother stole a ship and flew off to find Dathomir, the place where their father grew up in battle. But they turned up crashing on Tatooine. However unfortunate, they made the best of it and began work with crime Lord's, seeing as their skills in stealth, and natural piloting was quite impressive. For a few years, that’s where the two spent their time, before finally being found by the authority and returned to their father. Who then sent them both to fight for the rebellion. Hoping the army would do them good and teach them discipline. Cobra joining at 18 was quite a spectacle, as she was known to constantly put herself forward, and tagging along missions that were sometimes the most dangerous. She couldn’t get past the thrill of the fight. But alas, everything fell away when her brother was killed in battle, and for a time, the thought of going out in the open haunted her. Booted from Frontline duty, she was moved to recon and scouting. Where she was able to hone on her skills of sniping from afar, grabbing info, and making a quick escape. She could lose her enemies with a snap of the fingers, it’s how she got her alias. “Cobra,” she’ll deliver a gruesome bite, then vanish before the blink of an eye.

Equipment:

• Verpine Sniper Rifle
• Various Ammunition
• Kyuzo Petar Blade
• Satchel (Usually consisting of stolen goods)

Extra News

- Anything shiny will get her attention​

- If her orders don’t include a “stay undercover,” or a “don’t get caught," chances are she'll make a scene​

- She has no idea who her mother is or even what race she was, making her own quite a mystery​

“I would totally love to listen a bit more….but...I lost interest.”​

 

[Viper Actual]

Full Name: Ranya Zundi
Species: Zabrak/Human
Age: 31
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Homeworld: Serenno
Birth Date: 30 BBY
Role: SpecOps Infiltration Specialist

Personality: Cold and professional, Ranya isn't one to initiate conversation or forge connections with other rebel operatives and soldiers. She keeps to herself most of the time, preferring to meditate rather than drink and chit-chat. She will come off as sarcastic and slightly condescending at times while speaking with other soldiers below or equal to her rank which contrasts to the strict discipline while speaking to officers.

Ranya has mixed feelings regarding both the Empire and Alliance. On one hand the Empire provides much-needed security throughout the galaxy, the system is however corrupt and sided to the favor of the rich which is why she views the Alliance as a slightly disorganized but necessary force of change.

Background: From her early childhood Ranya was destined for a life of shadows and assassinations; being groomed from the start to be the perfect infiltrator. Initially however her training and upbringing was handled by a high-ranking figure within the Confederacy of Independent Systems who sought to create a near-perfect anti-Jedi measure in an effort to level the playing field against the Grand Army of the Republic and their Force-sensitive commanders.

While she did indeed excel at her training Ranya would never see the field of battle until years later, after the Galactic Empire had restored order following the war. Her previous superior was grabbed by the ISB with his student being repurposed and re-tasked for a new mission:

Hunt down Alliance cells.

Initially the change of superiors and mission felt positive- the Empire could provide the best equipment, had plenty of reinforcements and a vast array of intelligence-oriented resources at its disposal.

During one mission, a supposed anti-insurgent operation, Ranya came to face with her own morals and thoughts for the first time as one of her superiors had pitted her against the family of another Imperial official. At that point the corruption of the Empire became gradually apparent with each mission she undertook.

In 4 BBY Ranya was dispatched to a Outer Rim world for a quick assassination mission. Instead she defected from the Empire, revealing herself to the target and his accompaniment of armed guards who captured Ranya for interrogation.

Two years later Ranya would be set loose once more- now working for the Alliance.

Equipment:
- Imperial Vibroblade
- Imperial Holdout Blaster
- Rangefinder
- Imperial Infiltration Suit
- Bacta IFAK

 

[Viper Actual]

Full Name: Ashala 'Ash' Idar
Species: Human (Corellian)
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Homeworld: Corellia
Birth Date: 31 BBY
Role: SpecForce Combat Medic

Rank: Corporal

Personality: Skeptical and suspicious of newcomers, Ashala eventually warms up to the people she works with. To her every man and woman of the Alliance are heroes fighting against a oppressive and outright evil regime with her own duties as a medic being a heavy burden only a select few are strong enough to carry. She views her actual profession in a cold and distant way to better cope with the losses of the good soldiers she'll never be able to save.

Background: Ashala had a rocky childhood and a very dodgy early adult life back on Corellia. Like with any other Corellians it was killed or be killed back in the slums and once Ashala had managed to get herself out of poverty and corruption, ready to embrace the privileges of living within the Galactic Republic, an even bigger source of oppression took its place.

She was conscripted into the 224th Imperial Armored Division and fought as a medic alongside stormtroopers and Imperial army troopers in the muddy trenches of Mimban. Later on during the very same campaign Ashala and a small group of other like-minded troopers defected, hijacking an Imperial shuttle and escaping.

Ashala would resurface months later, now serving with the Rebel Alliance.

Equipment:
- E-11 Blaster Rifle
- Rebel Fatigues
- Medical Bag

 

[ONI]

FULLNAME: Viral

SPECIES: Zabrak (Dathomirian)
APPEARANCE: Military fit Dathomiri male (Zabrak), 6'4", orange skin with black tattoos.
AGE: 38
SEX: Male
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
HOMEWORLD: Dathomir
BIRTHDATE: 39BBY
RANK: Warrant Officer, WO
ROLE: SpecForce Trooper | Tactics Advisor
• Infiltrator / Pathfinder

PERSONALITY: His demeanour is calmer, collected, but aside from there is little to be desired, considered hardcore even among much of the rebel ranks and largely a perfect fit for Alliance Special Forces, a veteran and dedicated alliance member to some and a genuine terrorist to others. Viral might be a friend to many, one that laughs and jokes (albeit less than most, living up to his rank) but push the wrong buttons and you'll find yourself staring down the business end of a blaster. While a rebel with extremist views on what to do with their enemy he isn't without compassionate aspects, unwilling to ask anything of those beneath or above himself that he would not do. He thrives for wartime and would more than likely falter during the peaceful times of a New Republic

BACKGROUND: A fighter long before the Republic's war managed to arrive and ravage his homeworld of Dathomir. Viral was once a member of a brother tribe, he didn't remember his mother and never met his father, however the brotherhood was more than enough to make up. Through rites of passage he grew into a confident young man but with confidence grew his curiosity and eventually, after venturing far beyond the boarders of his tribe, found himself plucked by slavers but to his own luck they were soon intercepted and slain by pirates who surprisingly gave the young Zabrak a chance at a new life. He fit in well enough, raiding and pillaging but it wasn't his life, at least not yet, and soon enough he slipped away to lay low, he did so for the longest time - reborn a new, a simple civilian technician at a Coruscanti military garrison on the surface, an easy living.

It wasn't until the clone wars drew to a close and the Empire emerged, and put him out of job that a peaceful Viral practically vanished, leaving friends pondering his disappearance only to have reports of a young zealous Zabrak matching his description engaging in heinous acts of aggression against the New Order as early as 18BBY. Much of his activity between then and now has been, and continues to be layered over by Alliance Intelligence in order to save face but what is made clear is that his tenure with SpecForce has been critical even if repulsive.

EQUIPMENT:
- E-11D or DLT-19 (Varies), Blurrg-1120, Vibroknife.
- Infiltrator Armour (SpecForce), Thermal Imploder, General Provisions.
- Detachable Breathing Chestpack w/ tubes.

 

[VasiliasMellow]

Tu Green

Species: Weequay

Age: 33

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa

Birth Date: BBY 32

Role: Rebel Trooper

Personality: Tu is a go with the flow type. Especially if the flow is flowing in his favor, if not he will try to find more beneficial waters. Tu is usually quiet as being quiet is the best way to listen. Listening is conducive to gathering information. As his brother once said, "Information equals opportunity and opportunity plus instinct equals profit." However, if he believes he could gather more information or improve his current standing by being closer to someone then he can quickly become very friendly.





Background: (What was their childhood like? What drove them to join the Alliance? How did they join and when?) Tu spent his youth in one gang or another. Looking for a more favorable way of life he spent some time working under a Devaronian bounty hunter. It was from that bounty hunter that he took the name Tu Green after their first meeting. As time went on he found his position less than desirable due to creative differences. It isn't his fault so many desperate people tend to offer a larger payment to overlook their apprehension when they are at the end of a blaster. Well, bridges were burned but luckily the Alliance is always looking for bodies to throw at their cause. Before you know it there is a blaster in your hands and someone yelling at you to shoot, run, or die.

Equipment: A280C blaster rifle, DH-17 blaster pistol, Knife, Knife, White Book, Knife